Monday, June 14, 2010

so i married an ax murder.

i wonder how it feels.
to be the one with multiple personalities.
and not the one on the sidelines.

i know you don't realize it.
you think it's something else.
but how do you know for sure?
how do i know?

it does make sense.
some days, you're angry about everything.
some days you act like you're seven; or like i'm seven.
and some days you're just plain sad.

but isn't that a female thing?


we have our mood swings.
sometimes they seem like for no reason at all.
but you and i both know, there's usually some little hidden issue.
whether you feel like sharing that issue, is the reason for no reasoning.

but.
when she turns into hate.
there's no way to turn her back.
in this state, every single person on this planet hates her being.
no matter what her husband.
or daughter.
have to say.
she does not listen.

all she hears.
is that voice inside her head.
telling her
hate.







after hate.
is sadness.
then suicide.

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